So during the big school rush in August, I went to Walmart and purchased some composition notebooks. That’s when they have the cutest stuff available dontcha know.
I came home with these two books in my bag.
I was bound and determined to have color, not black and white as per my usual notebook insanity choices. Remember this ensemble?
Their purpose? One was to be my new idea book and right-hand tool in my creative life and the other was to be my holding place for all the words and phrases I need to save–in a much more organized fashion than my current looooong list, multi-page method.
Craziness ensued in my life and the two notebooks sat.
Additionally, I couldn’t decide which one I wanted to use for which purpose.
I finally decided. The stripes would be my idea book at and the orange–which I want to add vinyl to–would be my phrase book.
The day comes. I need to jot down my first idea in my new striped and very colorfully pretty book.
I eagerly grab my pen.
I set the base of my hand on the clean sheet of paper to begin to writing that one idea.
Ick! What is that feeling??? The paper has a kind of rough texture. ‘Oh no, no! I can’t use this on a daily basis! It will drive my hand nuts!’
What does the other one feel like?, I think to myself as I open the very orange notebook.
Smooth as a baby’s bottom. Ahhhhh….this must be my daily notebook.
Indeed. I am a paper snob.
And dare I even talk about the fact of my deep affinity for American Crafts cardstock that you all know about already? It’s true. I’m a paper snob.
And p.s., I do believe I’m going composition books all the way now. You should see the one I have dedicated to my classes. I love that crinkly sound! And I love that they are all the same size and there is no coil binding to get mashed or caught on. And I love that it doesn’t take up as much space, yet it’s still got lots of space to work with. Plus they are cheap and, it’s the same size as my iPad. :)
What am I going to do with all these notebooks I use when I’m done with them??? They are a history, of sorts.
And now, on a completely unrelated note. Many of you who have followed me for a while know of my love for Lost. Last spring when we signed up for Netflix I was beyond excited to see Lost on there to watch. I missed seeing that baby on a weekly basis. So I started watching it–with my youngest (16 at the time), who was now old enough to not be scared by it. ;)
But she decided she couldn’t wait for me to watch it and got ahead and I could never spend enough time to catch up with it.
Well, just a little bit ago, Lost became my nightly thing to watch on my little iPod while laying in bed. I can watch something and not disturb Dan that way. I’d watch 2…3….maybe even 4 or 5 episodes in a night. Who’s counting, really.
Including last night.
I was down to the final few episodes. I knew I had three left and decided to go ahead and watch that last one even though it was almost 11:30. As I started into it, and thought to myself, ‘Wasn’t this a two-hour episode?”
Indeed it was.
I had to watch it. No ‘buts’ about it.
And I don’t know about you, but I love that episode! The moments when they ‘discover’ each other??? I didn’t want my little series to end…again. It just makes me want to watch it all over again! This morning I was seriously contemplating watching the whole thing all over again!!!
How crazy is that???
such a good show.